Vanity of Life

 

Countless times have I felt so small.

So insignificant.

Like a speck of dust,

A grain of sand.

A coconut tossed in the vastness of an ocean.

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I often wonder what God sees in me.

It is written that we are all fearfully and wonderfully made.

It is hard to see the “wonder”  in me sometimes,

When all I see are flaws and imperfections.

Of always trying and never reaching.

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I need a revelation of who I am,

The purpose I am created for.

For whose standards am I living up to?

Seas will never be filled, nor stars numbered.

All is vanity and grasping for the wind.